DALILAH. Correct thy dogs, thou shalt not beat me, I will make your knave's flesh cut, I warrant thee. Ye think I have no friends; yes, I have in store A good fellow or two, perchance more. Yea, by the mass, they shall box you for this gear, A knave I found thee, a knave I leave thee here. [_She goeth out_. INIQUITY. Gup, whore; do ye hear this jade? Loving, when she is pleased: When she is angry, thus shrewd: Thief, brother: sister, whore; Two graffs of an ill tree, I will tarry no longer here, Farewell, God be with ye! [_He goeth out_. DALILAH _cometh in ragged, her face hid, or disfigured, halting on a staff_. Alas, wretched wretch that I am, Most miserable caitiff that ever was born, Full of pain and sorrow, crooked and lorn: Stuff'd with diseases, in this world forlorn. My sinews be shrunken, my flesh eaten with pox: My bones full of ache and great pain: My head is bald, that bare yellow locks; Crooked I creep to the earth again. Mine eyesight is dim, my hands tremble and shake: My stomach abhorreth all kind of meat: For lack of clothes great cold I take, When appetite serveth, I can get no meat Where I was fair and amiable of face, Now am I foul and horrible to see; All this I have deserved for lack of grace; Justly for my sins God doth plague me. My parents did tiddle[231] me: they were to blame; Instead of correction, in ill did me maintain: I fell to[232] naught, and shall die with shame; Yet all this is not half of my grief and pain. The worm of my conscience, that shall never die, Accuseth me daily more and more: So oft have I sinned wilfully, That I fear to be damned evermore. _Enter_ BARNABAS. BARNABAS. What woful wight art thou, tell me, That here most grievously dost lament? Confess the truth, and I will comfort thee, By the word of God omnipotent: Although your time ye have misspent, Repent and amend, while ye have space, And God will restore you to health and grace. DALILAH. To tell you who I am, I dare not for shame; But my filthy living hath brought me in this case, Full oft for my wantonness you did me blame; Yet to take your counsel I had not the grace. To be restored to health, alas, it is past; Disease hath brought me into such decay, Help me with your alms, while my life doth last, That, like a wretch as I am, I may go my way. BARNABAS, Show me your name, sister, I you pray, And I will help you now at your need; Both body and soul will I feed. DALILAH. You[233] have named me already, if I durst be so bold: Your[234] sister Dalilah, that wretch I am; My wanton nice toys ye knew of old. Alas, brother, they have brought me to this shame. When you went to school, my brother and I would play, Swear, chide, and scold with man and woman; To do shrewd turns our delight was alway, Yet were we tiddled, and you beaten now and then.